I want to know why

I want to know why, when you have your hands busy at something else you nose starts to itch. You can go all day without your nose itching, but the minute you start making cookies and you have flour up to your elbow, you nose starts to itch.

There has to be a reason or not. Maybe it is just one of those mysteries in life; like having to go to the bathroom, the minute water starts running. Or when you are half way between home and the airport, every child in the car has to go to the bathroom at the same time, when none of them had to go before you left the house.

Then there is that check you are expecting to come through the mail. Instead of coming on a day when the bank closes at 5:00 or 6:00 PM, it comes on Saturday five minutes before the bank closes and you live ten minutes from the bank. You know that by the time you get to the bank on Monday, the account is going to be overdrawn.

It's little things like these that make me curious. Personally, I suspect that Fate, God or Mother Nature (whichever you want to blame it on) has an interesting and unique sense of humor. This probably explains some of the interesting and weird stuff that's been happening in my life lately, but I'll go into that in another entry.